Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Chapter 1295: Chapter 1263: Mo Shan, Are You a Saint King?

Boom!

A colossal hand formed of Sword Qi descended from the heavens, suppressing everything beneath it.

The Heavenly Monarch from the Xianmen Sect, evidently one who wielded a sword as his primary weapon, had chosen to forgo his blade and fight bare-handed—a gesture of utter disdain.

“Ha—ah!”

“Human ants…”

The Demon Mountain King roared in fury, burning his Essence Blood within an instant. Limitless Mana and strength surged through his meridians, causing his massive frame to swell again, nearly doubling in size.

He understood that only by demonstrating power could he earn the right to negotiate with the Xianmen Sect.

He had long come to terms with his situation, preparing extensively for this day, unwilling to pin all his hopes on the promises of the Shadow Demon Abyss emissaries.

“Kill!”

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

The Demon Mountain King, wielding an immense black axe, inhaled the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi amassed by the ancestral Formation Method. He drew upon the mana of countless clansmen and kings who formed the Army Formation, consuming the baleful aura in its entirety.

All the energy coalesced into a singular furnace, reaching a peak of refinement, and was poured into the giant axe. With unyielding force, he swung it toward the descending colossal hand above.

In the instant the axe cleaved forward, countless visions unfurled—a tapestry of time itself. Scenes of the Magic Rock Clan being born from mountain peaks, their struggle through hardship, their ascendance to rule the Minor Thousand World, their long hibernations, their patience-born endurance, their blood-soaked battles. It was as if their entire history of strife had condensed into that terrifying swing.

If the Magic Rock Clan had a future, the Demon Mountain King would undoubtedly be its Saint King.

This swing,

was the Holy Axe of the Magic Rock Clan’s path to sanctity!

And now, this axe, carrying the hopes of countless Magic Rock clansmen, imbued with the glory of victories won, wielding the will of all its people, struck out against the descending colossal hand from the heavens.

The moment the two forces clashed,

it felt as though heaven and earth stood still for a brief instant.

Crack!

A crisp, light sound—like the shattering of a fragile balloon.

This axe, embodying the collective will of the Magic Rock Clan, brimming with the youthful innocence of their burgeoning ascendance in the Domain, disintegrated upon contact with the heavenly hand. It fragmented into shards of Spiritual Light, while the massive obsidian axe forged from countless Fifth-Order Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures crumbled to dust.

It was all over in an instant—so simple, so effortless. The surrounding space didn’t even stir with the faintest ripple.

It was as if this axe, created through the devotion of tens of thousands of Magic Rock clansmen, was no more than the whimsy of a child at play—utterly powerless, unworthy even of splitting space or parting a gentle breeze.

“No!”

“No, no, no!”

“Supreme Honor! Spare me! It’s all my fault…”

In that instant, terror and a profound sense of regret filled the Demon Mountain King’s eyes as he realized the truth.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

At the moment of contact with the colossal hand, every member of the Magic Rock Clan’s army disintegrated—whether they were Nascent Soul Stage generals, Golden Core Stage captains, weak soldiers, or even those in the most elementary stages of cultivate Qi. None were spared. They all burst apart, their blood mist scattering, leaving the entire Demon Flame Emperor Palace awash in an ocean of gore.

The Magic Rock Clan’s countless young elites, the hope of their future, their noble scions who once sat atop the world with their servants in tow, exuding elegance and assurance—at that moment, they too exploded into blood mist, turning to ash and smoke, their Divine Souls obliterated.

Everything had been reduced to nothing, taking with it their façade of supremacy.

Was it over?

No, it wasn’t.

Boom!

The colossal hand, having breached the boundary walls from beyond the Starry Sky, descended further. It pressed deeply into the earth, vast and majestic. The palatial structures of the Demon Flame Emperor Palace, which had stood since the days of the Flame Stone Family and the Magic Rock Clan, fractured layer by layer until reduced to dust.

Every living being within, even the weakest of Magic Rock women, infants, and elders—whether they had fought or not—were all obliterated, utterly wiped out.